They call this place cursed. They have no idea how right they are. I came here to die. Instead, I woke them. Three ancient gods carved in stone—now flesh, rage, and ruin. Ravik watches me like I already belong to him. Zephyr speaks to me like he can hear my thoughts. And Theron? He doesn’t speak at all. He just stalks. They were cursed for betrayal. I was branded for surviving. Now we’re bound by blood, fire, and a magic older than the gods themselves. They say I broke their curse. But I think I just set something much darker free. And the worst part? I want them to keep me. Read on for feral guardians, ancient curses, temple ruins, and three monsters who worship their girl like she’s the altar and the offering. HEA Guaranteed!